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 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Cousin's Closet ch1: Caught
Summary: While on vacation at her family's house Adam is caught by his
cousin Jenny wearing her clothes.  Rather than being mad she's quite happy
and helps him be the best teenage girl he can be.
Keywords: tg cd teen nosex

   Cousin's Closet Chapter 1: Caught

   "Truth"

   "Is it true that thinking about me wearing your clothes gets you hot?"

   "Well...  yeah, I guess.  Ok, your turn.  Truth or dare?"

   "It's now or never, I suppose, dare."

   "I dare you to let me dress you up and take you out to the mall tomorrow
night."

   "Uhhhh..."

   "Come on, either say yes or I tell my mom I found you in my closet this
morning."

   "You got me.  I guess I have to."

   And just like that I was stuck.  I knew there was no convincing Jenny
not to make me.  Once she gets an idea in her head it tends to stay there.

   I suppose I should back up a bit here.  My name is Adam Wright.  I'm 15
years old and I just finished up 9th grade.  It's the middle of summer
vacation, July 12th to be exact.  Every year my mom sends me to stay with
my cousin Jenny and her family for a couple of weeks.  It's probably my
absolute favorite time of the year.  Every year at this time I get to hang
out at their place right off of the beach on Cape Cod.  It sure beats the
hell out of the boredom I'd face at home in Iowa.

   Growing up Jenny and I were best friends.  We were both only children
and my mom and her mom are sisters so we spent a lot of time together.  We
both lived in the same little town in western Massachusetts.  When I was in
fifth grade my mom moved us out to Iowa to live with her then Internet
boyfriend.  They've since married.  Jenny's family moved out to Cape Cod a
year later.  Since the year I moved away Jenny and I really only ever got
together for special occasions and these summer stays at her house.

   This year's stay at Jenny's house ended up being different though.  As
usual, after a couple of days I'd "sleep in" one morning when everyone else
had plans to go out on the town.  What I really do when I "sleep in" though
is I go up to Jenny's room and try on all the new clothes she got this year
and parade around wishing I were a pretty teenage girl like her.

   Jenny is the very model of a teenage goddess.  She's a year older than I
am, but only about an inch taller.  Both of us have a lean build, but her
lean body is capped with a pair of perfect B cup breasts that stand proudly
on her chest.  Below them, her stomach is flat and tight, but not too
muscular.  She's the perfect combination of strong and soft.  Moving lower
her hips flare out dramatically, and her ass is a perfect peach that
bounces lightly as she runs.

   If her body weren't good enough, her face is at least a match for it. 
She has long slightly wavy brown hair, usually tied into a pony tail or
sticking out of the back of her Red Sox baseball cap.  Her eyes are dark
green jewels and her lips are slightly pouty.  She always seems to be
wearing a devilish grin, which make me wonder just what's going on inside
that head of hers.

   Enough about her though (for now) this story is about me and what
happened that day.

   When Jenny and her folks go out they're usually gone for at least four
hours, if not longer.  What I didn't know was that this day it was only her
parents who had gone out on the town.  Jenny had gone next door to her best
friend Rachel's house.

   I had been in her room for about twenty minutes, just looking through
her closet before I even looked into her drawers.  She must have moved
stuff around since the last time I was here.  She used to keep her
underwear and her socks both in the top drawer of her dresser, but when I
opened the top drawer to take a look at any newly purchased goodies, all I
saw were her socks and hair accessories.

   I checked the next drawer down and hit the jackpot.  She must have
bought about $300 worth panties alone since last year.  I guess I knew
where all the money she'd made from the job she told me she got eight
months ago had gone.  I started going through them and found some real
gems. She had a couple of pairs of satin ones in different colors and a few
more sheer ones.  The one that really caught my eye though, was a pale
purple thong with lace trim.  I took it out and flipped it over in my hands
a couple of times.  I was in luck!  The front was large enough to hold in
my cock.

   Without even thinking I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the
floor.  I wasn't wearing any underwear of my own so I stepped out of my
pants and into her thong.  I pulled it up my legs and relished the feel of
the lacy thong against my skin.  I pulled it into place, adjusted my cock
and continued my search through her drawers hoping to find a matching bra.
A few minutes later I did just that and in no time I had it fastened around
my chest.  It was strapless, so the band around the chest would have to do.
I reached my hands into the cups and pulled the skin of my chest up to fill
out the bra as best as I could.  I'd certainly need something to fill the
empty cups, but that could wait.

   Now that I had my underwear straightened out I went back to her closet
and started flipping through her clothes for something nice to wear with
the luxurious bra and panty set I already had on.  In no time I came across
the perfect skirt and top.  The skirt, which was somewhat short, was blue
and white plaid with pleats running all the way around it.  The top was a
light blue, almost white, spaghetti strap affair.  I pulled the skirt up my
legs excitedly and dove headfirst into the spaghetti strap top.

   There was only one thing left to do now, so I sat down at Jenny's vanity
and looked into the mirror.  I'd definitely need some blush and maybe a
touch of eye shadow.  I applied what I thought I needed, maybe a bit
crudely, but I managed to make my self look OK.  Now for the finishing
touch.  I opened the drawer and pulled out a couple of different tubes of
lipstick.  I opened each one in turn and settled on one called "Scarlet
Empress".  I gently applied it to my lips and then pressed them together to
distribute the color evenly.

   Finally, I was complete.  I spent the next I don't even know how long
just admiring myself first in Jenny's vanity mirror and then in the full
length mirror in the corner.  I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I
never heard the door downstairs open, nor did I hear footsteps on the
stairs.  I DID however, hear the doorknob of Jenny's room turn.  I turned
as well just in time to see Jenny open her bedroom door.

   Jenny stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth dropped open.  That was
followed by a thud as her purse hit the ground.  "What the fuck are you
doing, Adam?" she demanded of me as soon as she found her voice.

   "I...  I can explain" I replied, stumbling on my own words.  "I was
just-"

   "You were just being a fucking weirdo," Jenny finished for me.

   "Please don't hate me for this," I begged.  Jenny was my favorite cousin
and I'd hate to lose her over this.

   "Hate you?" she asked with a girlish giggle.  "Are you kidding me?  I've
always wanted a doll to play dress up with."

   "What?" I ask dumbfounded.  "Y...  you mean you're not mad?"

   "Oh sure I am," she said "but I'll have almost two weeks to get over
that while having my very own Adam sized doll to play with." And with that
she grabbed me and guided me towards her vanity.  "First thing's first, I'm
going to have to fix your makeup.  You painted yourself up like a whore. 
You need to go easy on this stuff," Jenny told me as she skipped off to her
bathroom, her hair bouncing as she stepped.  She returned with a damp cloth
and wiped my face clean.  Then she started to work with all manner of
things I didn't know the purpose for.  About five minutes later she turned
me towards the vanity mirror and said "There, now doesn't that look
better?"

   I gazed into the mirror, but I wasn't seeing myself in it.  Instead
there was a sort of pretty 15 year old girl looking back at me.  I just
stared without saying anything for quite a while till Jenny broke the
silence.  "Looks pretty good, huh Adam?" she asked.

   "Uh...  uh huh." I replied unable to find words to describe how I looked
or how I felt about how I looked.

   Then Jenny sat down next to me and we both looked at my reflection in
the mirror for a while.  Again Jenny broke the silence.  "So, how long you
been doing this?"

   "Four years or so now." I replied, trusting Jenny to keep what I shared
with her in confidence.

   "Why?"

   "I dunno really," I told her.  "I started one time with one of your
bathing suits and I just liked the look and feel of it on my skin.  The
rest, as they say, is history."

   "We're going to have so much fun this summer Adam" she said to me with
that devilish grin of hers." That's when she started the game of truth or
dare.

   --

   After Jenny roped me into going out with her tomorrow night she changed
the subject.  "We have about two hours till my parents come home," she told
me.  "What sort of girly things would you like to do till they get home?"

   "I dunno, what do girls usually do?" I asked her.

   "Well, my girlfriends and I talk about boys and TV shows and stuff, but
I don't think that would interest you." Jenny said.  "Ohh I know!" She
exclaimed excitedly.  She rushed to her closet and came back with a couple
of pairs of heels.  "If you're going to come out with me tomorrow night
you'll need to pass as well as possible as a girl.  Every girl your age has
learned how to walk in heels, you should really learn that," she said.

   With that she knelt in front of me and started comparing the shoes she
grabbed with my feet.  She looked up at me and laughed again.  "Ohh and you
should really learn to sit like a proper girl, too.  Nice package, by the
way," she said with another teenage giggle.

   I blushed and closed my legs embarrassed.

   Jenny looked up at me again and said "No, no, cross your legs, one over
the other." I complied with her direction immediately and Jenny started
fitting the foot of my crossed leg with one of the heels, a black one with
a short heel, maybe an inch and a half, two inches max.  She strapped it on
and asked for my other foot, on which she fitted the other heel.  Then she
stood and extended a hand to me.  I took it and stood carefully.  I was
quite wobbly on my feet, but Jenny did her best to steady me.

   For the next hour and a half Jenny drilled me on the ins and out of
being a girl and by the end of it we were both giggling like best
girlfriends and my skills in walking in heels and girlish mannerisms in
general had improved dramatically.

   "You're a quick study Adam," She said to me.  "It's like you were born
to be a girl," she said.  "Ohh, but that name has to go.  I don't know any
girls named Adam, do you?" I shook my head.  "Do you have any ideas?" I
shook my head again.  "How about Abigail?  I can call you Abby for short."

   "OK, yeah, that's a pretty name," I agreed.  "Abby it is.  Thanks,
Jenny."

   "No problem, Abby" she responded.  "From now on whenever you're dressed
up I'm going to call you Abby, OK?"

   "Yeah," I said, really liking the idea.  "That makes sense." Jenny sure
can be persuasive when she wants to be.

   "Sadly Abby has to go away and Adam needs to come back." Jenny told me.
"My parents should be home any time now.  You can use my shower if you
want."

   "Thanks Jenny.  Really, thank you.  This is going to be so much fun," I
gush a bit.

   Jenny held her hand up.  "It's OK Abby, now why don't you hustle into
that shower and go get Adam back," she said and I turned towards the
shower. "Ohh, but before you go hold on a sec," Jenny continued as she
darted over to her dresser and opened the second drawer from the top.  "I
think you should wear these under your boy clothes OK?" she asked as she
handed me a pair of orange bikini briefs.  "Just to remind you that when
you're here you're not really a boy, even if you dress like one."

   "OK Jenny," I said as I took the panties and headed off to her shower.

   "I'll see you later, Abby" she called out to me as I closed the bathroom
door.

   --

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